Ah! my dad had one that he bought new.... he hated it! its huge tendency to avoid steering input was really impressive. I too had a similar experience to you with a friends car, actually it was a Singer Chamois! We used to go out on Saturday nights and alternate who drove in their own car. I didn't drink and drive, well one pint only. He on the other hand did drink on his turn to drive. On one occasion when he was driving I thought he was going for it a bit and I said to him you've had enough. When we got outside on a chilly sea front he became a totally incomprehensible drunk! I'd had had about three pints over the evening and we were in the middle of nowhere so thought I'd have no alternative but to drive. We got back to the main road and stopped at some traffic lights and opposite and turning right was a 3.5 rover P5 traffic car. At which point matey throws open his door and throws up!The lights changed and having priority I pulled out left and the P5 followed behind. I drove for about 5-6 miles with him following me, looking at the speedo and keeping at thirty, then as we left the built up area he pulled me over! Do you realise you were exceeding the speed limit he says. No I said, I was watching the speedo and kept to 30mph, I saw you at the crossroads so I knew you were behind me. At which point his colleague who was looking around the car called him over....... the speedometer was stuck at about 20mph. Is it your car? No officer and I explained the situation to them. They pulled my former friend from the passenger seat and really laid into him about his behaviour and lack of responsibility, I think he really lost any level of innocence in the situation when he told them his dad was a mechanic and knew about the speedometer ! They poked him back in the car and said, Right, I know that you've had a drink, Get him home and if you get stopped again you haven't been pulled by me! So I decided to take the back roads which I vaguely knew but not really well enough and on one sharper than expected right hander the limp decided to go straight on and I had a blow out too! When I saw the tyre I wasn't surprised, it was as bald as a slick! So the car is stuck in a soft winter verge I can't move it and I'm in the pitch black with an incomprehensible drunk and the lights are shining in the wrong direction to help! Oh, and his dad evidently knew that the jack didn't work properly either! How I managed to get the BALD spare fitted I still don't really know but I was now totally knackered, covered in muck with cuts all over my hands knee's and wrists but when I backed that car out and onto the road, well, I'll never forget that feeling of relief! The rest of the journey went without further incidence. I parked the car in his parents drive, finally retrieved his front door key from a pocket he didn't know he had and pushed him through it! I never saw him again. Some years later I met his older brother and he said that his dad had banned him from using the car until it had been sorted out and he'd wanted to know how he'd changed the wheel to the spare and where were the tools and the other wheel! I'd left them there as quite frankly I was exhausted and they were useless anyway and it was just a bridge too far.
